Seed of Aphrodite.

A forgotten name
it’s all coming back to me quick,
her numbers jotted down like tally marks in the sandstone
of my memory.
Her digits like diamonds scraping coal into shape
scratching through to the gleam
permeating that temporary inebriation.
I hesitate, racking my brain before I board the train
trying to assess the situation.
Here I am
in a subway
on my way to something I don’t understand.
Here I am
on a train speeding toward a fling thrown wildly out of hand
so who do I trust in this lust mistaken for me?
Why do I trust this siren singing somehow so taken with me?
What am I chasing?
I can reach whatever heights she’ll fly me to on my own,
so why can’t I go back home?
I guess there’s no point of going to outer space
if you have to be on the moon alone,
and I don’t want to go there on my own.
That’s why I’ll see you soon
I head toward an unspoken promise
that you might fly me to the moon,
affecting the tides of my conscious mind.
Pulling me backwards and forwards
simply content
in knowing what you meant
when you wrote down your number.
Sitting on a train so like a bullet
and I’m wired
because I can’t think straight
and everything making up the world feels like a dream.
The trains’ gaining steam,
I wonder what it might mean to my self esteem
if I recognize that
everything that’s me got left on the mezzanine.
This trip is one of pure exploration,
and the consummation
of you and me.
My sensitivity
brutalized by my libido,
destroyed, tortured and lied to.
Your body is an artist’s studio
because you want to draw me inside you,
create within you,
paint your walls with me.
So animal is your lust
I wonder why your nature calls to me.
Because admittedly,
I’m far from charming.
I’m far from a pretty smile that’s so disarming
you forget to bring a weapon.
I’m far from being brave and needless of protection.
I’m far from being perfect
I’m far from being a heartthrob
I’m far from being a hunky male Adonis sex god
so there’s a reason
you want me here.
There’s a reason I got off this train and came to meet you here.
So what is it?
Is lust enough to betray my own morals to the wind?
Taking for free
that which should be earned?
and am I concerned for your welfare in the process
of you offering me the map to your body?
Giving me license to even go on this expedition,
naming me both Lewis and Clark
on a mission
to document the hills of your landscape.
Am I truly going to venture where I would never go before?
Am I truly going to leave everything behind for what’s set in store?

I left you impressed,
you dressed,
and I’m depressed
because I’ve been blessed
seed of Aphrodite,
made slave to your body,
heat spent and lust almighty.

Seed of Aphrodite.

Shaquille Stewart

Montgomery Village, United States

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This is kind of a part 2 to A Lustful Encounter. A friend of mine asked me to write this one, elaborating some thoughts we’d both been having. There it is.

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